I met a beautiful girl with short curly hair that is blacker than the night I just want to run my hands through it once and she says I can, I say it a lot but I don’t want to be rude or weird so I never do. She has glorious curves she’s not a stick and that it and of its self is wonderful usually curves don’t work on shorter people but hers do. It’s not just her looks though her eyes are just augghhhh, but its her silliness the way she can feel so excited and yet so calm, the way she laughs and smiles hits me right in the heart. I think that possibly maybe I’m fallin quite hard for her, but I know I can’t it wont work. I wonder if she already knows considering I visit her house almost every weekend. I’ve been putting a little space between us but it hurts and I know eventually I’ll just blurt it out and everything will fall to pieces but for now I will keep it to myself. She’s a tumblr gal too so that makes her more awesome being into Sherlock and Hannibal and dragging me into new things I thought I could never enjoy but I do now not just because she told me to look into it but because I honestly like it although that makes me like her even more. Three days a week for 2 hours or more I see her at College that we both have a passion for art and don’t want to give up on working towards our future even if we don’t know what that is yet. I wish that I could just lock this all up in a part of my mind and forget and just be friends but now that I’m learning about her and her life, her friends, her joys, her guilty pleasures, her worries, her fears, and most of all not wanting to be in a relationship. On one point she feels like a guy and somewhat dresses and acts like one but under al that I know that there’s a girl in there and either way she is so beautiful for being who she is wearing a t-shirt and a skirt or wearing a cap, sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans she is handsome and attractive. And I just had to tell someone.
